Thank God this isn't the old days because as soon as Bucky bites his neck, Steve is shouting out, delirious with bliss. He's barely even able to focus with those nails scratching up his back and the manhandling of his head. The moan he lets out to Bucky's words echoes through the room. He nearly comes right then and there, too overcome to hold on.
But he does. And he decides that even their underwear pulled down is too much. So Steve stands and rips his own off to fling elsewhere. Before Bucky can respond, Steve tears his off as well and grabs his hand to lead him off.
There's one room with one dusty bed. Steve is aiming for it but doesn't quite get out of the living room. He makes it as far as the doorframe before pushing Bucky into it and kissing him like a diver just coming up for air. His own nails scratch at Bucky's waist as Steve tries to draw him impossibly closer.
The pressure he's putting on him is enough to have the frame crack and more plaster splinter to the floor. Steve growls and uses his hold to drag Bucky forward as he goes backwards toward the bed.
It's a brass thing that looks too weak for what he has planned. Steve pulls the dusty top cover off and turns them so he can push Bucky onto his back once more. The perfect position to slide up his body and start applying bites to his legs and inner thighs.
Steve sucks a mark right at the thin skin connecting leg to groin before moving to the other side. Letting his lips and breath dance over Bucky's erection but not actually touch.
"If we had slick, you have no idea the kind of things I'd do to you," he promises darkly. It's mostly hot air since Steve is flying on instinct and lust here, but the enthusiasm is real.
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Date: 2022-04-28 04:59 pm (UTC)But he does. And he decides that even their underwear pulled down is too much. So Steve stands and rips his own off to fling elsewhere. Before Bucky can respond, Steve tears his off as well and grabs his hand to lead him off.
There's one room with one dusty bed. Steve is aiming for it but doesn't quite get out of the living room. He makes it as far as the doorframe before pushing Bucky into it and kissing him like a diver just coming up for air. His own nails scratch at Bucky's waist as Steve tries to draw him impossibly closer.
The pressure he's putting on him is enough to have the frame crack and more plaster splinter to the floor. Steve growls and uses his hold to drag Bucky forward as he goes backwards toward the bed.
It's a brass thing that looks too weak for what he has planned. Steve pulls the dusty top cover off and turns them so he can push Bucky onto his back once more. The perfect position to slide up his body and start applying bites to his legs and inner thighs.
Steve sucks a mark right at the thin skin connecting leg to groin before moving to the other side. Letting his lips and breath dance over Bucky's erection but not actually touch.
"If we had slick, you have no idea the kind of things I'd do to you," he promises darkly. It's mostly hot air since Steve is flying on instinct and lust here, but the enthusiasm is real.
"You have no idea what I'd let you do to me..."